Wally and Gideon

by Nicki Rowe

  “Leavenworth,” Lacey answers.

  We exit the shop and hop on the bikes. I wrap my arms around Wally, and he rests a hand over mine, stroking the back with his thumb. He leans back and kisses me again, from the left I hear Alex whistle.

  “Get a room!” Mason yells.

  I flip them off, never disconnecting from Wally’s face, which only makes them erupt into a fit of giggles. Childish assholes.

  “It’s seriously gross seeing your dad make out with his much younger boyfriend,” Sam grumbles, and though it sounds like he’s joking, I feel my body tense.

  Wally looks at him, stern and menacing. “Shut up, Sammy.”

  Sam shrugs off his father’s words, and turns to talk to a man who had come out to see us off. The bikes start, but the sounds are muffled over the static in my head. Wally is still rubbing my hand, trying to soothe me and get me to calm down, but I barely feel it.

  Is Sam really upset that Wally and I are together? The last thing I want is to come between Wally and his son.

  Wally turns, pinning me with a no nonsense glare. “Knock that shit off, Boy,” he commands, cupping my cheek. The pressure of his warm skin against mine relaxes me, but only a little. “Sam’s only kidding.”

  “What if he’s not?”

  He frowns, and then captures my mouth in another searing kiss. This one is dominating, demanding that I submit to his ministrations, and I do. I let him devour me and I get lost in the taste of him, the feel of his tongue sliding against my own. “I promise you,” he says when he pulls back, “Sam’s only kidding.”

  I nod, but I can’t stop my thoughts. Is Sam kidding? What if he isn’t? What if this thing between Wally and I is over before it has a chance to truly begin? That thought depresses me so much, I tighten my arms around Wally, like if I hug him tight enough he won’t slip away.

  Chapter 16: Wally

  “Are you sure you’re alright?” I ask Gideon later that day. We were sitting in a brewery in Leavenworth after seeing all the Danish sights the town had to offer. Gideon is still in a funk, even the Nutcracker museum, which I thought would cheer him up because it seemed like the type of thing he would have gotten a kick out of, didn’t do anything to wipe the frown from his face.

  I place a hand over his on the table, and he looks over at me and then at Sam, his blue eyes confused and sad. “It’s nothing, Wally.”

  I run a hand over his hair and pull him to me, so that were nose to nose, breathing the same breath. Our friends are talking loudly, oblivious to the tension on our side of the table, but I want more privacy with him. Gideon breathes in deep and closes his eyes, leaning against me, letting me take his weight. “I told you, Boy, Sam doesn’t have a problem.”

  “Can you just--can you just decide what I’m going to eat?” he asks. “I don’t want to think.” He pulls away from me and stands. I hate the distance between us, both mentally and physically. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

  Alex shoots him a look from across the table, one I can’t decipher, but Gideon just shakes his head and walks to the other side of the restaurant.

  Anthony and Alex both turn their attention to me, and Anthony clears his throat. “Is everything okay with Gideon?”

  “Isn’t feeling well,” I lie, shooting daggers at Sam. I just want to take Gideon home where we can work this out in private.

  Sam actually looks sheepish, recognizing my frustrated face better than everyone else at the table. He looks down at his lap, and moments later my phone vibrates in my pocket with an incoming message.

  Is this about what I said earlier?

  I was only kidding.

  I sigh. My fingers fly over the screen of my phone as I type out a reply.

  He’s really upset, Sammy.

  I don’t know what to do for him.

  Fix this.

  I don’t want to lose him over something as trivial as this.

  Please, Sammy.

  I’ve never seen you like this, Pops.

  You must really like this guy.

  I smile down at the screen, I don’t even hesitate as I type out: I do.

  Okay. I’ll fix this, Pops.

  Don’t worry.

  I slip my phone into my pocket just as the waitress comes to take our order, and Sam stands to find Gideon in the bathroom.

  “What can I get you?” She smiles sweetly at me.

  “I’ll take the meatloaf and my boyfriend will have the burger and fries and another beer.”

  Moments later, both Sam and Gideon come out of the bathroom, and I sigh in relief when I notice the mirth back in Gideon’s blue eyes. Him and Sam even hug. Gideon takes his seat, as the waitress tells him I already ordered for him. He leans close to me and whispers in my ear, “Thank you, Daddy.”

  ~*~

  Later that night, Gideon and I head to our fifth date, this time at ALTO. It’s passed eleven and Gideon’s dressed in tight jeans, no shirt and leather boots, and I am dressed in my leather vest, boots and a pair of dark blue jeans. The other doms ogle him, but I keep a hand on his back, directing him where I want him to go, and showing the other doms that he’s taken.

  The club beats with the steady strum of electronic music and sexual energy that pulses in the air. It’s not packed, considering it’s Sunday night, but there is still a large number of people. Cason stands next to us, dressed in no shirt, leather pants and boots with his nipple ring glittering in the blue and white lights. I can’t remember the last time Cason was at the club; it’s been years.

  “Maybe this is a mistake,” Cason says, looking around dubiously. “This was a mistake.”

  I look at him, noticing the anxiety in his brown eyes, tension rolls off of him in waves. I feel bad for him. When will you learn to trust again, Case? “Do want to leave?”

  “No,” he says, determined. “Let’s find a table.”

  We circle the club until we find a secluded booth, diagonal from Sebastian and Wendy who we say hi to as we pass. Gideon looks up at me with a his brows knitted. His face looks adorable when he’s confused.

  “What are you wondering, Boy?”

  “How do you know Sebastian and Wendy?”

  “Sebastian is the one who taught Doris and I about Kink.” I kiss the top of his head as he leans on me. “I’ve known them for nearly a decade.”

  “I’m going to get drinks,” Cason says, already sliding out of the booth. “What do you guys want?”

  I unwind my arm from Gideon’s shoulder and stand, “I’ll go with you,” I say, looking back at Gideon. “What would you like to drink, my boy?”

  He graces me with a sweet, trusting smile. “You decide, Daddy.”

  I lean over, capturing his mouth in a devouring kiss. When I pull back, his eyes are twinkling, dancing with mine. “You’ve been such a good boy today, Gideon. Tonight you are going to be rewarded.”

  He squirms and I glance down, noticing he’s getting hard. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  Cason smiles at me as we go to the bar. “I haven’t seen you this happy in a long time, Wal.”

  I lean against the counter, waiting for one of the bartenders to take our order. “I haven’t been this happy in years, Case. Now, I wish we could find someone for you.”

  He shrugs, looking dejected at the lit bar top as I order drinks. “Maybe I was only meant to love Leo. No one has interested me since.”

  I growl, like I do every time Cason mentions Leo. “Fuck Leo. There’s someone out there who is worth your time, your love. Leo fucked you over.”

  “I know, Wal,” he takes the beers the bartender hands over, “but I still loved him.”

  I sigh, putting a hand on his shoulder. This is the same conversation we’ve been having for three years. “I know you did, Case.”

  We make our way back to the table where a young, skinny kid is standing and talking to Gideon. He’s dressed in tight dark pants and a mesh tank, his hair is standing on end in thick spikes. It takes me a minute to recognize him as one of the people Gideon was hav
ing drinks with a few weeks ago.

  Gideon’s smile lights up the entire room when he sees that we’ve returned. “Daddy, Cason, this is Neil.”

  Neil keeps his eyes downcast, the behavior a sub. “It’s nice to meet you.”

  “Look up, Neil,” Cason commands. It’s been so long since I have heard him use his dom voice on anyone, it actually takes me by surprise. Neil looks up, kohl lines his eyes. Cason never looks away from them. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

  Neil’s smile is small, but still noticeable in the dim lights.

  I sit and place a hand on the back of Gideon’s neck, squeezing lightly. “I got you a beer, Boy.”

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  I look up to see Neil and Cason still standing, still staring at each other in wonder. I smirk. “Neil, would you like to join us?”

  He never looks away from Cason. “W-would that be okay?” he asks him.

  Cason slides into the booth, leaving enough room for Neil. “Sit.”

  Neil sits next to Cason, squeezing close to him. I can feel Gideon looking at me with a curious look. I can almost hear him thinking, What are you up to?

  “Tell us about yourself, Neil,” I say, taking a swig of beer.

  “I’m studying Biology at the college and I play baseball.”

  “You like baseball?” Cason wonders, and I smirk again; baseball is Cason’s favorite sport. “Who's your team?”

  Neil blushes. “Dodgers.”

  Cason chuckles. “Red Sox.”

  Neil smiles that small smile again.

  We sit and converse for an hour, and find that Neil and Cason have a lot in common, and I can’t but wonder if this could be the beginning of something for Cason, but all too soon Neil has to leave.

  He stands, looking apologetically at Cason. “I’m sorry. I have to leave. I have an early class.” He’s still standing there, head bowed, shuffling his feet from one foot to the other.

  It’s almost--I pause my train of thought. Another smile pulls at my lips. God, this is too perfect. It’s almost like Neil is waiting for permission to leave. Cason’s oblivious, he’s looking at his empty beer bottle. I kick him, tilting my head in Neil’s direction.

  Cason’s eyes light when he sees Neil still standing there, waiting for permission, he smiles when he puts two and two together. “You can leave, Neil.”

  He nods. “Thank you,” he mumbles and scurries away.

  Gideon watches his new friend’s retreating back with interest. “That was weird.”

  A smile curves on Cason’s lips, and there’s a spark in the brown depths I haven’t seen in a very long time. “I’m going to head out.” He stands and claps me on the back. “See you guys later.”

  Gideon turns to me. “What was all that about?”

  I kiss his head and pull him even closer, practically into my lap. “Don’t you worry about it, my boy. You and I have plans.” I nibble the lobe of his ear, eliciting a low groan. “Are you ready for your reward?”

  He shivers against me. “Yes, Daddy.”

  Together we stand, and I lead Gideon to the VIP rooms at the back. These rooms are rented out in advance and if you paid extra you can put in special requests. The rooms are all private, no one can see in unless you activate the two way mirror on one wall. I keep the barrier up, even though I know Gideon likes to be watched, tonight I want my beautiful boy all to myself.

  The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the chandelier above. There’s a bed and a chest of drawers full of toys. On one wall is floggers and whips, and in the middle is a table.

  “Strip for me, Boy, and sit on the table,” I command, pulling Gideon to me and kissing him fiercely, plunging my tongue into his mouth and exploring the hot depths. He melts into me, but I pull back. “Strip.”

  He strips and I am enchanted as he peels his tight jeans from his powerful legs. I rub my cock over my jeans as he reveals himself to me. “My beautiful boy.”

  He graces me with a sweet smile as he sheds his boxers and goes to sit on the table. I stalk to him, pulling a leather choker from the inside of my vest. The words ‘IN TRAINING’ are stamped on the front.

  His eyes light up at the sight of the collar, and my heart tugs with affection.

  “This is a training collar, Gideon. You will wear this when we are doing a scene together. This is to prepare you to be my sub.”

  He looks close to tears, so I reach out and cup his cheek. His blue eyes look up at me, full of trust and a deep emotion that takes my breath away. “Th-thank you, Daddy.”

  “You’re welcome, my boy.”

  I circle the table and fasten the collar around his neck. I feel a well of pride in me when he reaches up and strokes the collar reverently. I place my hands around his neck, using my thumbs to tip his chin back so I can swoop down for a kiss. I squeeze gently, feeling his adam’s apple bob as he swallows.

  “Lay back for me.”

  He obliges, laying back with his cock standing straight in the air. Goosebumps break out all over his flesh.

  “Do you want me to tell you what we’re doing today?” I ask. Although he doesn’t ask as much anymore, I still want to make sure he’s okay before we begin.

  “No. I trust you.”

  I give him another kiss, a reward for being honest and for putting his trust in me, and then go to the drawer and pull out a blindfold, a pillar of wax and a lighter that I had asked Sebastian to put in there when I had booked the room. I hide the lighter and the wax, tucking them into the pocket of my vest. I go back to the table and slide a blindfold over Gideon’s eyes.

  “Is this part of my reward, Daddy?”

  “It is.” I slide my hands over his chest, loving the way the goosebumps and shivers seem to chase my touch. “You look exquisite like this. You bare and blindfolded is my favorite sight in the world.”

  His cock is leaking as he shivers again.

  I remove the wax and the lighter from my jacket. It’s been awhile since I’ve played with wax. Doris hadn’t been into it, but I had used it with a sub years ago. I lit the wax, letting it drip a few times on the floor.

  “Are you ready for your reward, my boy?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  My heart jumps every time I hear those words. I trail my fingers up Gideon’s arm, and then tip the wax over his chest, letting it drip over his sternum. Gideon hisses in a breath, his back bowing off the table, he cock becoming even harder right before my eyes.

  God, my boy is beautiful.

  “Oh, my God!” He curses. “More, Daddy, please.”

  I circle the table, dripping wax over his torso, his arms, his legs. I watch in awe how he responds to it, wiggling under the sensations, and the way the dark wax melts against his white skin is lovely. The precum leaking out of his cock has gone milky; he’s close to cumming.

  “Daddy, please.”

  I set the wax on the table next to Gideon and kneel so I am eye to eye with his hard cock. I lick my lips and then engulf Gideon’s member with my mouth. It isn’t often that I go down on my subs, but for Gideon I would do anything. I had even been toying with the idea of Gideon tying me up--that is how much I trust and care for him. No one but Doris has ever tied me up.

  I swallow around his cock, taking it to the back of my throat. He’s making all kinds of unintelligible noises and clawing at the table. I reach up and play with his heavy balls, drawing a nail over the sensitive flesh and rolling them in my palm.

  “Daddy, I’m gonna cum!”

  I suck him faster, deeper. Saliva is wet on my chin, but I don’t care. All I care about is rewarding my beautiful boy with the best blowjob of his life. All I care about is Gideon’s pleasure. I feel him swell in my mouth, and then cum is exploding on my tongue, and Gideon is shouting to the ceiling.

  I lap up every bit of his salty-sweet mess, swallowing everything he has to give me. I pull off of him with a small pop, and then stand and kiss him, feeding him some of his own mess. Gideon’s arms wrap around me, deepening the k
iss. We kiss for what feels like forever and not long enough, getting lost in each other.

  Eventually, I pull back and remove the blindfold, cornflower blue eyes blink up at me and he smiles. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  I run a hand over his hair. “You did so well, my boy.”

  Silence wraps around us as we hold on to each other, until Gideon clears his throat. “Daddy?”

  “Yes?”

  “I trust you. It’s okay if you want to take pictures of me tied up.”

  I smile. “Thank you, my boy.” And then I devour him in another all consuming kiss.

  Chapter 17: Gideon

  The weeks had passed in sort of an amazing blur; Wally and I had spent most of our time together, and when we were apart we talked on the phone or texted. Things at the clinic were finally organized, and I couldn’t help but love my new staff, they had been amazing throughout this entire transition.

  Now, I’m sitting in my living room with Anthony and Aex, dividing my attention between them, the TV, and my phone.

  “How are things with the new roommate?” Alex asks Anthony, dipping a chip into the queso Amber made before leaving for work a few hours ago.

  I look up in time to see blush forming on Anthony’s cheeks. “Good.”

  I snort at his answer. “‘Good’? Man, that was such a lame answer?”

  “Fuck off.”

  My phone dings in my hand, and I open the picture message Wally has sent me. All morning he has been sending me pictures of him bare chested, or the bulge in his jeans. Wally’s mission is to turn me on, but I’m not allowed to touch myself. This new photo is making heat crawl up the back of my neck.

  It was a picture of me naked and tied up to Wally’s dining room table. The knots were beautiful and intricate, the teal of the rope stands out in contrast to my skin. My face was turned towards the camera, blissed out, relaxed--in subspace.

  My blush deepens as I think about what happened right after and my cock grows slightly harder. He had fucked me into the table, and branded me with a hickey. One that’s still dark on my neck.